Chapter 22

• • • Emile’s POV • • •

Dickinson is watching the sunset standing by the window of his office, wondering how he can make things up to me after our hot morning quarrel.

Then this grey car parks by the entrance of the building and his mood immediately changes from a tragic one to a very bitter one as he glances at the car.

He tightly clenches the glass in his hands until it breaks into pieces, slightly cutting into his palms and he’s bleeding. He immediately takes a piece of tissue from his table and wipes his hands.

Then he picks up his phone, calling the security guards “I want the grey car in front of the building to leave, that isn't a parking spot. He can go to the nearest parking around, I don't care. Also, the man in the car should never enter this building!” with that said he off the phone, call, grabbing the coat hanging on his chair and he puts it on while walking out of his office.

On his way, he meats with Noami who is in the lifter leaving the building. She’s done for the day.

~ My phone rings… ~

I hurriedly pick it up.

“I have been down waiting for you since thirty mins now” Carter on the line. “Sorry I didn't see the time passing. Let me round up here and meet you down in a few minutes” I cry.

“It's fine, I'm still trekking to your office. I was asked not to park in front of the building and it's strange, I usually park there. Anyway, luckily I found a parking a few meters away” he barely pants and I can feel it through the phone.

“What!!!” I yell while strolling to the window to check down “This isn't serious what's wrong with them?. I will give time a word or two once I reach down. Anyway, I'm coming we talk about this when I reach!” I'm still facing the window to check if I can catch a glimpse of him.

“Don't wait, she won't come. You should leave!” Dickinson seizes the phone from my hand and warns Carter. I didn't see him come. Anyway, I couldn't in the first place I was facing the window found behind my desk.

I try seizing the phone from his hands in vain. He’s taller and stronger than I am. Once he's done with the call, I seize the phone when he's about giving it back to me. With all the tension the phone falls and breaks onto the ground “Fuck!” I cry.

“Are you crazy” I furiously stand by him yet my face can’t meet the height of his face. I lift my damn mad face at him while he lowers his, with his glance fixed on me. Thunder hop in between our glances, our hearts begin to pound in wrath.

“You’re surely not into your senses now, you stink alcohol!” I yell, helplessly. Not knowing what to do. I wish I had a knife to pierce him in the heart so he can feel the pains I feel right now.

I walk to my desk and seat in defeat, I don't have the time to argue with him. I have to round up with things.

“I told myself why not join in your last night celebration!” he walks to the little table found at the corner opposite my desk with all kinds of whiskey found on it, I always consider it as decoration. He pours out some glass and drinks it in a gulp. Then pours some in his glass.

He strolls to my desk with an emotional glance, thou his drunk air make him more pathetic than irritating this time. I simply nod in pity.

“Call him and tell him you won't be able to make it. Or rather he will wait in vain?” he seats on opposite me, sipping “I can help you do if you wish” he places the glass on my table.

“I don't have time for all this your silly jokes. I'm leaving see you tomorrow!” I stand from my desk. “You aren't leaving!” he instructs me and this pisses me off. “Nate, watch me leave!” I boldly drag my bag and walk out of him.

He remains seated meanwhile I expect him to fight or follow me. Rather he seats confidently. I want to turn back and yell at him before leaving but it sounds ridiculous so I walk to the lift. I press the bottom on the lifter, for it to open in vain. I keep pressing in vain.

“Shit!” I slam the lift with my hand. I strut by the lifter for quite some minutes but it doesn't open.

“I advise you to use this lifter in the future. I don't want you to use the employee's lifter anymore” he strolls out of the office and he fines me strutting by his private lifter, frustrated. “Oouurrr!” I scream in fury at the sound of his voice like I'm red right now.

I turning to face him, he’s leaning at the entrance of my office door peaceful sipping his whiskey with a conny smile of victory on the face and I feel like exploding.

“I call him or you will do!” he insist pointing at me with his phone. “I need to leave. This isn't funny anymore!” my bag helplessly falls on the ground and I don't bother to pick it up. “Fine!. Call him and we leave!” he walks back in ad seats.

After a few minutes of thinking, I walk back into my office, I pick up the office phone found on my desk to call Carter. Then remember that I don't have his numbers off my mind. “Shit” I hit the phone back on its base and I plunge into my seat. I'm super exhausted.

“Call!” I wave at Dickinson, plunging my head on the desk in defeat “I need to sleep!” I cry.

Nate calls the security guides standing at the entrance of the building and they immediately transfer the news to Carter. Carter's expectation all scattered “Why didn't she called me herself?” He scowls.

Then he tries calling her number in vain “Damn, now she rejects my calls!” he angrily gets into his car and leaves. I watch him leave through my window.

“I hate this game. If you find it funny know I don't!” I mumble “I'm damn tired, I have no strength to fight you” I gently explain. I want him to understand perhaps if I speak calmly he will get back into his sense and open the lifter. Though I seriously doubt it viewing his state and the amount of alcohol that he's been gulping.

“You don't need to worry about anything, I'm fine!” he gets apprehensive viewing the look on my face. I hit my hand on my face, no matter what he's always so confident.

“Can we leave!” I utter cutting his shot I don't need to listen to his bull shit. “On one condition!” he slowly pronounces. “Don't you see that you aren't in a position of making any condition?” I grin in sarcasm “You are drunk Dickinson and you need to rest!” I scold him in vain.

“One condition!” he repeats. I frown “Say it” I get bitter. “You sleep at my place!” he shamelessly enters. “Wow, wow! Selfish man” I yell deep down “Fine! Let's leave!” I retort.

He takes his phone out of pocket with so many difficulties and he calls the security man to open the door and to inform Jim to get ready.

“Let go!” he gets up and he stumbles luckily he doesn't fall. He can't even move straight “Come here!” I help him. I take his arms, support it on my shoulder and I hold him by his waist with my other hand.

I don't have that much strength, I can barely move. We slowly walks to the lifter, then down to the parking. I find Jim standing by the car. He hurries to us as we approach and offers help. Together, we set Dickinson into the car.

Jims immediately drives to the cottage. Once we arrive Jim helps me to take Dickinson in.

“Stop treating me like a baby, I'm fine!” Dickinson flinches and I fall on the couch, luckily for him. “Thank you, Jim!” I nod while he walks out.

“Came here!” he clenches my arm and I fall on him “spend the night with me!” he murmur, softly... I simply blush. “You have to take a bath you stink alcohol!” I whisper. “Ok boss!” she shouts like a clown, I can't help but laugh.

We move to his room. I help him to undress, “fine I will do the rest!” he flinches since only his pant was and we walk to the bath him. He takes a cold bath which seems to reduce the effects of the alcohol.

I'm seated in bed. “Come with me!” he walks out of the bath naked, wet with water dripping on the floor and he pulls me out of the bath him, he u dresses me under the shower all my dresses are soaked in water.

He later shoves me on the bed, I lay flat facing him and for the first time in my life, I'm lying completely naked on a man’s bed. He softly climbs on me. “Sorry, I can't, not until the divorce papers are signed!” I flinch yet allowing him on me. The temptation is dominant.

“Nothing again your will, baby!” he nods “But they're many other ways!” he softly grins slowly moving his head down to my breast, he plugs them into his mouth until he chokes.

I grin as he sucks every inch and it tickles me at the same time. “Wow!” I gasp. I thought I had tasted it all until he moves his head down to my tight slowly licking the path to my core. I realise myself moaning as his tongue, goes deep in me. I always thought only a d*CK could make a woman morn this loud.

“Baby!” he slowly whispers then he plugs his tongue deeper and deeper. Then he spots and I feel like killing him “Do you love it” he kisses my lips. I barely nod with a blush. I can't believe I just accepted.

I gasp out as his cold hnad find my core, slowly slipping one of his fingers inside me. With his other free hand, he pulls me up into a kiss. I feel all the intensity of his arousal in the manner in which he kisses me, then he starts moving his finger back and forth faster, making me cry out of painful pleasure, one can't find the right words to explain.

He pushes another finger inside me stiffing my cries with his mouth as he pulls me closer and closer. I can't believe how quick I'm getting to orgasm but he didn't seem to mind at all as he moans so softly, I don't even know if I'm actually getting his moans or not, it's so low.

“Come for me baby!” he groans against my lips making me shudder as I get myself getting to the peak, yet he keeps moving his fingers back and forth, faster and faster…

Unexpectedly, I grip his shoulder tight slight cutting into his skin with my nails as spasms begin to go through me and I finally orgasm. He grasps me pulls my lips and begins to kiss me passionately until my orgasm slowly fades.

“Good!” he releases me as the spams finishes. His stares lock with mine as he licks my juice off his fingers. “Virgin! Interesting!” he murmurs as he falls in bed and grabs me right in his arms until we both fall asleep.